She looked like a queen upon a throne. Gorgeous, seductive, confident, and powerful. He wanted to vow his undying fealty, pledge himself to her for every lifetime. He’d give her anything she asked of him…if she’d just open herself to his tongue.
“Crawl to me,” she commanded, her voice sultry. “Slowly, my love,” she clarified, “so I may enjoy the pleasure of how your magnificent body moves in the firelight.”
“Oui, Madame,” he graveled.Anything.
Leaning forward to his hands, he approached her on all fours. And oddly, he did not feel diminished by the act. Though he could easily have felt like a pet, he felt much more like a predator. In fact, with every bit closer he prowled to her, he became more emboldened, gathering power with every flicker of her gaze, every swift draw of her breath.
She was enjoying this moment.Verymuch. And he was giving her that distinct pleasure.
He was desperate to give her more.
When he was nearly to her, she suddenly extended one bare foot and pressed her toes to his chest, halting his advance.
“Stop.” Her voice was a breathy gasp.
A growl rolled through him.
Though he immediately complied, it was clear to him that she wished him to continue toward her. That she was trembling for him. He stared into her heavy-lidded gaze, silently begging her to allow him closer. When she slowly slipped her foot to rest on his shoulder, he turned his head and pressed a hot kiss to the inside of her ankle.
Her sigh was a sultry sound that wound serpentlike through his blood.
Finding her desirous stare again, he asked, “May I come closer?”
Gold flared bright in her eyes. “You may.”
Her foot glided down his back and he crawled nearer to press a kiss against her inner knee. He could smell her now—a honeyed richness with the subtlest hint of red wine—and he breathed deep through his nose, drawing her essence into him.
He thought he heard a soft whimper escape her lips, but her voice was steady. “Closer, my love.”
He eased his broad shoulders between her thighs, then leaned forward to drop a heated kiss to her navel where the wine had left a tinted trail.
“Put your hands on me,” she ordered thickly, her eyes bright and heavy, her lips parted and glistening.
Resting back on his heels, he slid his hands up her legs until his palms were filled with the soft flesh of her hips and his fingers pressed into her round bottom.
His wife—his love, his bold mistress—stared at him, holding her breath. And he did the same.
Then slowly, deliberately, she leaned back in the chair, tilting her pelvis toward him.
“Taste me,” she breathed.
Ralston could not reply, not even to utter the necessary words of compliance. With a violent twist in his core, blood rushed to his cock, hardening him with painful swiftness as his full attention dropped to the apex of her creamy thighs.
With her legs parted around him, she was open and vulnerable to his hungry gaze. She was gorgeous.
Shifting his hands to her inner thighs, he spread them wider. Though he could hear her breath shortening with anticipation, he could not tear his focus away from her dusky pink folds, glistening with the dew of her desire. His heart thundered against his ribs and his cock leapt as he eased the flat of his thumb along her pretty flesh to the sensitive bud at the top. His first circling caress drew a soft, guttural moan from her throat.
He flicked his gaze to her face.
She was stunning. Beautiful beyond measure. Her lashes fluttered over her gaze as she watched him with those rich amber eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her bottom lip was held firm between even white teeth. Though she spoke no words, her stare ordered him to continue. To give her what she wanted. To take what he needed.
Holding that stare, he parted her satiny lips with his thumbs and leaned forward to drag his tongue along her opening.
She tasted of heaven and sin. Wickedness and paradise.
When he reached her swollen clitoris, he closed his mouth over it and suckled gently.
Her head fell back with a heavy gasp as she gripped the arms of the chair. He suckled and laved the sensitive bud with his tongue. Her moan was deep as she rolled her spine, offering herself to him, demanding more.
